Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nation of Ulysses to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Hoover,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.